On the night of her friend's birthday, Xu Wen drank a few more glasses of fruit wine and became drunk.
Duan Wei carried Xu Wen home on his back, and the 17-year-old wind blew his love. Xu Wen said over and over again, I like you.
Duan Wei coaxed and said, Okay, I understand.
Intention: When we read so many books and walk so many roads, we are actually moving toward ourselves.